Tuesday, August 10

the sad poem

It's not always that life is mellow and beautiful or anything that you want it to be. There are times when things hurt you, this kind of hurt is more painful than a cut, bruise of even a fracture because these eventually heal. Who can thus mend a broken heart?
A few lines that I had written on November 16, 2009 when I didn't even know what heart breaking was. Call it a kind of dejawoo

I heard something break, where is the sound coming from?

I heard it shatter- but where did d voice belong?

nothing was around, everything ws still,

i touched myself- i was as cold as the window sill,

i tried to breathe but the sound came out again,

made me realize the shattering was from within,

it wasn't a glass, it wasn't a painting of art,

That's when I realized- it was my shattering heart.